you look up at Bryan as he looks down at you while gently running his knuckles down your jaw. Somehow you feel safe in his presence... Suddenly Bryan's deep voice throws you back in reality

Bryan: "how are you, pretty girl?"

He asks as he keeps caressing your face and hair in possessive yet gentle manner. You lean into his touch looking up at him with trusting eyes.

You: "good"

He hums and brushes some of your locks that fell to your hair while speaking again.

Bryan: "do you love me, sweet thing?"

He asks as he tilts his head to the side. You giggle and nod as an answer to his question. He cups your cheeks with his cold hands and plants a kiss on your forehead. He lets his lips stay a bit longer on your forehead as he whispers

Bryan: "Stockholm syndrome already... How exquisite..."